Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

An Shenyu snorted, his head held high and his chest puffed out. His face was a mask of utter disdain.

"If any of you believe what this man says, you are free to leave now," he declared. "But if you run into danger, don't blame me for watching you die without lifting a finger. The battlefield is a delicate balance; pulling a single hair can move the entire body. I will not sacrifice the majority for the sake of a few individuals."

The disciples looked at each other in dismay. How could they not understand the meaning behind his words?

The group from the Beast Taming Sect, naturally, didn't need to be told twice. They were definitely sticking with Lin Yun.

What was shocking, however, was that the remaining disciples from the Flowing Cloud Sect actually chose to follow An Shenyu. Only Ye Qian decisively went with Lin Yun. There was no other reason. She didn't want to die so quickly. This Lin Yun fellow couldn't possibly be leading them to their deaths on purpose. As for Kong Xuan, she, of course, also trusted Lin Yun.

At this moment, An Shenyu's gaze turned to Xia Yijing. "Junior Sister Xia, what are your intentions?"

Xia Yijing frowned at his posturing. The Marvelous Sound Sect had never been known for its strength. The only reason they were counted among the Four Great Sects was due to their large number of female disciples. To expect them to be a major force on a head-on battlefield was a dream. Xia Yijing knew her sect didn't have that kind of power.

"Senior Brother An, I believe what Lin Yun said may be correct. It would not be wise for us to remain in a place like this," she said, looking at him with an apologetic smile.

The triumphant expression on An Shenyu's face gradually darkened. He had laid it all out for her, yet Xia Yijing was completely disregarding his words. It was infuriating.

Taking a deep breath, An Shenyu tried to calm himself. "Junior Sister Xia, you must think clearly. He is only at the Sky-Soaring Realm."

Xia Yijing gave a faint, charming smile. "Many thanks for your kind intentions, Senior Brother An. But this time, I believe I have thought it through."

What a joke. An Shenyu's commands had led so many of them into this perilous situation several times already. Trying to break out of the encirclement now seemed foolish, but wasn't staying here to die even more idiotic?

An Shenyu let out a cold snort.

Lin Yun, meanwhile, began to lead his group away quickly. He had been observing the battlefield the entire time. Although the Crimson Ghost Sect had arrived quickly, they hadn't had enough time to form a complete encirclement. Because of this, Lin Yun had been searching for a breakthrough point.

And he had found one—a weak spot in the Crimson Ghost Sect's defenses. As long as they broke through there, they could surely escape. What happened after that was beyond his control. But he believed the Crimson Ghost Sect was completely unaware of this vulnerability. If his group concentrated their strength, they had a high probability of getting out.

The Crimson Ghost Sect was quickly tightening its net.

Facing their movements, An Shenyu sneered. "These curs want to trap us here and kill us. Let's show them what we're made of."

A considerable number of people had chosen to stay with An Shenyu. Most of them were unwilling to trust Lin Yun. At the end of the day, it was understandable. Lin Yun's cultivation realm was far below An Shenyu's. Only the few who had witnessed Lin Yun's true methods understood. Among everyone present, not a single one could surpass Lin Yun, whether in terms of strength, combat skill, or experience. He was simply in a different league. Unfortunately, even if they said so now, no one would believe them.

"Are we really just leaving? We're not going to help the others?" Kong Xuan asked in a low voice. She could see the Crimson Ghost Sect's encirclement tightening, clearly intending to let no one escape.

"Good words can't persuade a ghost that's destined to die," Lin Yun said coldly. "If they had listened to me earlier, how would things have ended up like this? They are seeking their own death now. What does it have to do with me?"

Lin Yun had no desire to get involved in their mess any further. An Shenyu's presence had already added unnecessary trouble to his original rescue plan. Now, he just wanted to lead these people away as quickly as possible. Only by getting out and allowing the sect elders from the outside to intervene would they have a fighting chance.

Just as Lin Yun was leading his group away, the battle behind them erupted. It was clear the Crimson Ghost Sect was even more decisive than they had imagined. Realizing that these disciples were now cornered, the Crimson Ghost Sect launched their attack without hesitation.

Over a thousand disciples assaulted An Shenyu's group at once. Lin Yun's smaller party, for the time being, was completely ignored. At the end of the day, too few people had chosen to follow him. In the eyes of the Crimson Ghost Sect, all that mattered was eliminating An Shenyu's defiant main force. The rest were unimportant.

Lin Yun knew exactly what the Crimson Ghost Sect was thinking, which made it even more imperative for him to move quickly.

An Shenyu's face fell as he watched the horde of Crimson Ghost Sect disciples swarm them. He had thought that his own power would be enough to intimidate the enemy. It seemed now that these people had no intention of wasting words with him.

"Who is your leader?" he bellowed. "Have him come out and meet me!"

But from within the crowd, not a single person responded. All he could hear were the deafening war cries of the Crimson Ghost Sect. Then, a dazzling display of light filled the air as all kinds of treasures rained down upon them.

An Shenyu stared at the scene, dumbfounded. He had hoped to persuade the other side with his eloquence, but they hadn't given him the chance.

Meanwhile, Zhao Teng was lying in wait in the shadows of the battlefield. He certainly wasn't going to listen to An Shenyu's demands. Who does this kid think he is? Does he think he's qualified to talk to me? Now was the perfect opportunity for the Crimson Ghost Sect to annihilate all of these disciples.

"Elder, should we spare any of them this time?" a subordinate asked.

Zhao Teng sneered, looking out at the battlefield. "If anyone kneels and begs for mercy at this moment, we can spare their life. But if they put up a stubborn resistance… kill them without pardon."

His attitude was resolute. For these disciples who dared to fight back, it was better to kill by mistake than to let one escape. As for the consequences, that was no longer important to them.

Several disciples nodded and quickly departed.

At the same time, the expression on Lin Yun's face grew more severe. He had also seen the shift on the battlefield. He urgently spurred his group on. "Don't worry about what's happening over there! We need to hurry up and leave!"

Soon, a few Crimson Ghost Sect disciples blocked their path, trying to stop them. These were fools, greedy for merit and rashly advancing, thinking they could suppress them with their own strength. How could they have known that the leader of this small group, Lin Yun, was far more powerful than they imagined?

Lin Yun charged forward like a meteor. With a single swing of his Coldflame Sword, he could cut a man down. He was like a god of slaughter on the battlefield. Wherever he passed, not even a blade of grass was left standing.

Anyone who dared to block his path would pay the price.